Working as a server wasn’t the best occupation. Constantly having to deal with snotty customers, who wishes to start arguments over the tiniest things. You were already tired enough, shift thankfully almost over.

A group of guys, lots and chuckling walked into the diner. Taking a seat at one of the booths. You headed over, sliding your notepad out of your apron while one stared at you from afar. Blake couldn’t keep his eyes off you.